As they led him away, they seized a man, Simon of Cyrene, who was coming from the country, and they laid the cross on him, and made him carry it behind Jesus. A great number of the people followed him, and among them were women who were beating their breasts and wailing for him. But Jesus turned to them and said, ‘Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. For the days are surely coming when they will say, “Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.” Then they will begin to say to the mountains, “Fall on us”; and to the hills, “Cover us.” For if they do this when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?’ Luke 23:26-31
Simon the Cyrene had no choice in the matter. He was grabbed and forced to carry the cross. Jesus in his weakened state needed help just so that he could get to his place of death. He was surrounded by keening women and dear friends. Noone knew how to help and everyone was terrified. The ache and terror are almost unimaginable. Yet, we will always remember the name of the one who carried the cross as we doubtless remember the names of those who have helped us in our weakened states. We don't remember those who stood by wringing their hands. We always remember those who shouldered the load.
Precious Savior, who knows our suffering
you lived fully as we frail humans do
in our strength and in our weakness
you have been here with us on the road.
We think our suffering and pain is unique
we shake off the support that is offered
our pride keeps us from seeking help
yet still you stand by loving every one.
O Christ, as we remember your frailty
may we live to serve others in our lives
may we see your face in our neighbors
and shoulder the crosses that they bear. Amen.
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